Текст песни Joan Jett And The Blackhearts - Summertime Blues
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(Eddie Cochran)Well I`m gonna raise a fussAnd I`m gonna raise a hollerAbout workin` all summerJust tryin` to earn a dollarWell, I went to my bossWho governs meHe said, "No, dice, budYou gotta work late"Sometime I wonderWhat I`m gonnna doThere ain`t no cureFor the summertime bluesWell, my mom and papa told meNow you better earn some moneyIf one of you is gonna goRidin` next SundayWell, I didn`t go to workI told my boss I was sickHe said, "You can`t use the car`Cause you didn`t work a lick"Sometime I wonderWhat I`m gonnna doThere ain`t no cureFor the summertime bluesGonna save two weeksGonna have a fine vacationGonna take my problemTo the United NationsWell, I went to my congressmanHe sent me back a noteIt said, "I``d like to help you, honBut you`re too young to vote"Sometime I wonderWhat I`m gonnna doThere ain`t no cureFor the summertime bluesNow there ain`t no cureFor the summertime bluesNow there ain`t no cureFor the summertime blues